The doctor subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile, "The person has been found now."

"Found it? Where is the security guard? What did the security guard do to eat? Arrest this person immediately!" Ho Chi Minh roared loudly, good guy, now that the person has been found, someone can take responsibility!

But after his roar ended, he saw that the wry smile on the doctor's face became even stronger.

A bad premonition came into his mind, and he asked again, "Where is that person you just mentioned?"

"That man went to the inpatient department, and it was the security guards who took him there." The doctor finally told the bad news.

This is why he feels things are bad.

If we just say that one person ran to the morgue and caused a scene, the matter would not be so bad.

The key point, the key point is that the person went to the morgue and made a big fuss, messing up the body, and then went to the inpatient department!

When he got the news, everyone had already gone in.

You mean the gatekeeper? Why does the gatekeeper let anyone in?

"Then what? Where are the people guarding the inpatient ward? Didn't I remember that police officers were dispatched?" Hu Zhiming slapped the table, jumped up, put on his coat and walked out, "Isn't it inside the hospital?"

If it doesn’t work for people outside, won’t it work for these people outside?”

Hu Zhiming rushed towards the inpatient department in a hurry, but when he got there, the scene at the scene completely shocked him.

Because the place has become a mess, a group of police officers are shouting around the door outside.

This scream is quite cruel, but no one dares to go in.

He hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes fell on one of the locals, a bald man wearing a police uniform.

This bald man was burly, at least two meters tall, and his body was as muscular as a gorilla.

This guy's name is Masati, and he got into the police station by relying on his sister's connections.

With this network of contacts and his burly figure, Masati was able to prosper in the entire police system.

Generally speaking, he will never appear in dangerous places.

On the contrary, he would appear in places like this, where you can get kickbacks and basically avoid bumping into each other.

This guy has caused a lot of trouble for Ho Chi Minh since he came here to guard the inpatient department two days ago.

Seeing this guy standing at the door of the inpatient department and shouting, Hu Zhiming immediately rushed forward aggressively.

"Masati, what are you doing? Didn't you say you would treat this place like an iron barrel? Why are you letting people in now?!"

Ho Chi Minh was furious, but he didn't want his eyes to go dark when Masati turned around.

It’s really dark!

Masati himself looks relatively fair, but now his eyes are black and the corners of his mouth are swollen from being beaten.

In short, at a glance, the face is basically swollen and looks like a human being.

All are black and blue!

Hu Zhiming's mouth trembled and he swallowed the rest of his words. Good guy, did that person hit him?

When he looked at the police officers around him, basically none of them looked good.

Basically, his face is covered with black and blue. Good guy, this person's actions are too dark, right?

Fighting like this? Even an Iron Man can't stand it!

While he was stunned, Na Masati immediately yelled, "What a horse! Dean Hu, you came just in time! Call the headquarters quickly! Just say that someone has broken in! We can't stop it."

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Ho Chi Minh was stunned, "Why don't you call yourself?"

Masati directly rubbed his swollen nose and shouted, "The higher-ups don't believe it! Damn! I said one person killed our entire team, and our director thought I was crazy!"

"One person?" Ho Chi Minh gasped. One person directly killed more than 20 police officers here?

Although he was a little suspicious, the injuries on these people's faces didn't look fake!

"Give me the protective suit! I want to go in and see with my own eyes whether the person inside has three heads and six arms!"

Hu Zhiming's face darkened. He had no intention of asking the police station for help because he knew that the manpower at the police station was also quite tight.

Asking for help now will only prove that you are too incompetent!

So he wanted to see who the person who insisted on breaking into the inpatient department was!

By the time Hu Zhiming put on protective clothing and entered the inpatient department, it was already twenty minutes later. At this moment, nearly forty minutes had passed since Lin Erdan entered the inpatient department.

When Ho Chi Minh followed the noisy and chaotic sounds to the third floor, he was stunned by the scene in front of him!

The inpatient department, which was originally a mess, actually became extremely orderly at this moment.

The admitted patients lined up in a queue, extending into one of the offices.

When Ho Chi Minh leaned over in confusion, he heard a woman inside make a desperate voice, "Next!"

Along with this sound, a patient walked out happily, and then another patient walked in.

Seeing such a scene, Ho Chi Minh became even more stupid.

He squeezed in through the crowd desperately, and then saw the patient who had just entered the office taking off his shirt and lying on the bed in the office, honestly receiving acupuncture treatment from another man.

Ho Chi Minh rubbed his eyes, yes!

That is indeed acupuncture treatment!

Ho Chi Minh also studied traditional Chinese medicine, but in today's society, people trust Western medicine more than traditional Chinese medicine.

Therefore, in order to seek development, he could only abandon China and seek the West, thus stabilizing his position.

Now he looked at the man in blood-clothed clothes, quickly applying acupuncture treatment and couldn't help but tremble.

This guy is a national player!

Definitely a Chinese medicine expert!

He walked forward tremblingly, but when he walked past, he saw Lin Erdan's overly young face.

He is less than thirty years old, but he is so experienced in acupuncture techniques?

Ho Chi Minh asked himself that when he was at his most powerful, he might not be able to apply needles half as fast as the person in front of him, let alone such precise needle placement!
Chapter completed!